I could pop, so could she... anytime now

I have the concentration span of a goldfish. And a dim goldfish at that. In fact, a dim goldfish with many exciting things on its mind, like new seaweed in it's pool, and, urm, delicious things goldfish eat. You get the picture. I estimate it to be two seconds, give or take a second, so bear (bare? I've never worked out which one it is) with me.

You see my sister is going to the gynae this afternoon. She of the ever-expanding-belly-filled-with-two babies variety. And the gynae is going to tell her when those two gorgeous little creatures will come out and meet us all. And it'll be in the next two weeks. Yes, that's right, like in TWO WEEKS! Most likely it's the 17th (which would be tomorrow, a week - good grief!) or the 21st. I want to pop with excitement. I do realise, though, that it is not I that will pop, rather her. Well, I mean not literally pop, but yes.

So, you can see why I'd be struggling to concentrate on work and such. All I really want to do is go home, pack my little suitcase, drive that oh-so-beautiful drive through the Karoo to The Big Smoke to hang with my sister and wait, expectantly, with her and N. Her appointment is in an hour.

Shall I swim clockwise or anti-clockwise around my bowl while I wait?